Hugh sat in the cafeteria, eating his lunch. It was easy to look track of time here, he felt, but it seemed like he had been here a couple of months. Things seemed to be going well. He felt that he was doing well at the training that Christian had been giving him (although he wondered what Christian would have described his progress as). He had conceeded - gradually so as not to arouse suspision - to becoming co-operative and pleasant, and even started lowering himself as to speak in English rather than Semrillian to the doctors and instructors all the time.
A curious smile crossed his face, and he fillied it with a mouthful of food which he thoroughly enjoyed at that moment.
He had planted a little seed in a certain human male sometime ago.
The barriers guarding that seed from notice should drop any time soon.
Hugh hoped he would learn how it turned out.